...to sit in an exquisite
space and rub against my imperfections.
It is far easier to face
coffee stains and stray hairs on the floor and leftover food crumbs, and moss growing in the windowsill than a spotless
room.
Sometimes I need to touch or brush up against my
imperfections, my own personal fallen trees, shower mold, dirt prints -
my own personal wild disorder.
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